Mateo
"If I had some sentient vines, I wonder if I would be able to persuade them over," Mateo muses, grinning to Noe and shrugging his shoulders. Alas, sentient vines are hardly native to Stormbreak, but luckily for the two of them, Lena has it all in hand. With blue eyes wide with wonder to see the rosy coloured parrot, he watches with a dimpled smile as the Caretaker does her duty with ease.
"That is a lovely shift," he comments, before heading off to find some remaining hand mine holes. Ones out in the open he fills with peppermint bark saplings, and ones nestled next to existing trees are treated painstakingly with a dose of snowmoss encouraged to grow against the trunks. "It does not look like much now, but I bet by Flowerbirth these will have started to thrive."
"That is a lovely shift," he comments, before heading off to find some remaining hand mine holes. Ones out in the open he fills with peppermint bark saplings, and ones nestled next to existing trees are treated painstakingly with a dose of snowmoss encouraged to grow against the trunks. "It does not look like much now, but I bet by Flowerbirth these will have started to thrive."
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
